14 April 1951 Blackpool 2 Middlesbrough 1

WELL DONE, “SHADOW TEAM"!

Middlesbro' held and beaten

STORMY EXCHANGES

Blackpool 2, Middlesbrough 1

By “Clifford Greenwood”

DO BROADCASTS AFFECT FOOTBALL MATCH ATTENDANCES? THE ANSWER APPEARED TO BE "YES" AT THE BLACKPOOL - MIDDLESBROUGH MATCH THIS AFTERNOON.

The sun shone after the early-morning sleet and hail, and in combat were two teams who, even with only three weeks of the season left, had still top-of-the-table bonuses to play for.

Yet, with the England-Scotland match on the air and three Blackpool players in the cast, there were not 15,000 people on the Bloomfield-road ground half an hour before the kick-off, and fewer than 20,000 when the game opened.

That was including, too, a few thousand of those folk from the North-East who will follow their teams through fire and water.

Four reserves were in the Blackpool jerseys, three of them in one of the youngest forward lines ever fielded by the club.

Peter McKennan led the Middlesbrough forwards.

Teams:

BLACKPOOL: Farm; Shimwell, Garrett; McKnight, Hayward, Kelly; Adams, Mudie, McIntosh, Withers, Perry.

MIDDLESBROUGH: Ugolini; Robinson, Dicks; Bell, Blenkinsopp, Brown; Delapenha, Fitzsimmons, McKennan, McCrae, Walker.

Referee: Mr. L. Richardson (Doncaster).

THE GAME

First half

Eric Hayward, understudy captain for Blackpool, lost the toss. Middlesbrough had the wind's aid to attack the south goal.

Except for a couple of raids which Hayward and Kelly halted in succession, all the attacking in the opening minutes was on the other goal.

The Blackpool front line raided almost continuously.

One raid, in fact, could not have been built to a clearer design if all four internationals had been playing for Blackpool, McIntosh and Mudie, with perfect passes, making position for Adams to cut in and shoot fast and low at the crouching Ugolini.

That was in the fourth minute. In the fifth an unprepared and open Middlesbrough defence surrendered a goal. It was a goal, too, which would have adorned the story books.

GREAT GOAL

George McKnight made the position, if it can be called a position when a forward is given a pass, however neat and precise 50 yards from goal.

Yet JACKIE MUDIE took the pass, ran on with it, on and on. Two men moved to him, and, expecting the pass out to the wing, did not tackle him. The last man on his path, Tommy Blenkinsopp, hesitated, too.

In the end, the little inside-right took the ball almost to the advancing Middlesbrough goalkeeper, and almost teed it up before lifting it over his head into the far wall of the net.

That goal inspired Blackpool.

FAST PASSING

Blackpool's progressive forwards

The front line, scorning everything ornamental, was making progress with the minimum of passes and at a speed so early exposing the Middlesbrough defence as a vulnerable force.

Yet, with 12 minutes gone, one raid by Middlesbrough nearly made it 1-1.

It was a raid on the right with a swift exchange of passes - so swift that when Fitzsimmons put the last pass inside, the coloured Delapenha was in position to shoot it in so fast that only a brilliant leaping sideways dive by George Farm beat it out.

That was a great clearance by the Blackpool goalkeeper.

MUDIE RUN

Yet it could still have been 2-0 as early as the 20th minute when again Mudie was allowed to race in almost unchallenged before shooting fast into the side net with two unmarked forwards waiting for a pass inside.

These reserve forwards were making an unexpectedly good match of it.

Adams shot again into the arms of the waiting Ugolini in another Blackpool raid, and with Middlesbrough still unable to make any particular impression on the Blackpool defence the lead was being held with 20 minutes gone.

Yet in the 23rd minute Middlesbrough equalised at the end of a period which had been chiefly notable for an almost non-stop solo on the whistle by Mr. Richardson.

EQUALISER

McKennan scores from a free-kick

This whistle blew again in the 23rd minute, and, as I saw it, blew against the wrong man.

Hayward and McKennan went up for a high ball. It was not the leapfrog tackle by the centre-half which the referee interpreted it as being.

I expected the free-kick against the Middlesbrough man - and so, I suspect, did 20,000 other people. Instead, it was given against the Blackpool half-back, and it cost a goal.

McKENNAN took the free-kick, shot a ball which hit the packed mass in front of him and cannoned off far away from Farm's left hand into the roof of the net.

The next few minutes were played to a hullabaloo of jeers and other protestations, with both teams, obviously affected by this spurt of excitement, playing as if it were a Cuptie, with no quarter asked and no punches pulled.

BY INCHES

All that happened was that Adams and Withers both missed only by inches in front of the Middlesbrough goal before Fitzsimmons volleyed the ball low into Farm's hands.

With half an hour gone, it was a game as fast as ever, and as tempestuous as I never expected it to be.

I did not pretend to understand some of Mr. Richardson's decisions.

Came the 33rd minute, and a Blackpool raid on the right. Out went the pass to an open wing, and Adams was permitted to race on to it from a position which from the Press box appeared to be yards offside.

Ugolini raced out to the winger and fell at his feet. Both men sprawled. The ball ran loose. Adams chased it, and fell again, the goalkeeper, pursuing him, dragging him to earth with a flying Rugby tackle.

If ever there was a penalty this appeared to be one.

REFEREE'S "NO"

But the referee said, "No," and, after all his earlier whistling, continued to say "No" afterwards with men of both teams constantly being played instead of the ball.

Young Fitzsimmons, an inside forward always in a shooting position, might once have shot a goal instead of lashing the ball far away and wide of a post in one Middlesbrough raid.

It was, however, still in the region of the Middlesbrough goal that the fury and excitement were raging.

Something had to give in this undisciplined hurly-burly.

Alan Withers was down but not out shortly before half-time, and no sooner in commission again than trainer John Lynas had to go out to McKnight.

And no sooner had that happened than in the last minute of the half McKennan was given an open path to the Blackpool goal, no offside whistle against him.

With Farm at his mercy he hooked the ball wide of a post.

Half-time: Blackpool 1, Middlesbrough 1.

Second half

The Blackpool goal had two escapes in the first two minutes of the half. The first time Jeff Walker, roving for a loose ball, found one, but by its bounce lost it in front of an open goal.

The second time Eric Hayward cleared under the bar of this goal almost on top of his goalkeeper.

Immediately, Blackpool retaliated with a corner which was won only after Mudie had gone down under a neck-or-nothing tackle.

This corner, too, was followed by another, and, after a brief raid by Middlesbrough, prefaced an attack which ended in McIntosh heading backwards into Ugolini's hands.

Another minute, and again a Middlesbrough forward, this time Alec McCrae, went through on his own again with more than a suspicion of offside against him, and shot a ball which Farm beat out brilliantly for the third corner of the half in the first five minutes.

Another minute in this dramatic game, and in spite of Mudie's limping transfer to a wing position, Blackpool nearly went in front.

Withers made the position in a fast raid of unexpected pace.

Over came the centre. Up went a linesman's flag. But again Mr. Richardson said, "Play on," and on went Mudie to shoot a ball which brushed Ugolini's fingers, hit the inside of the bar, and cannoned out.

With 15 minutes of the half gone and the game still in a state of high fever, Mudie was summoned over the line for attention.

Yet, even with 10 men - four of them reserves - Blackpool were still setting the pace, and, with the wind, attacking repeatedly.

In the 18th minute, Mudie came back, but only as a half-speed wing forward after a couple of minutes' absence.

LEAD RESTORED

McIntosh header after Mudie corner

In another two minutes this little Scot had crossed a corner which, unlike most Blackpool corners, was worth a goal.

The ball was crossed perfectly, hit one man, hit another, cannoned out - or appeared to - to the left, where McINTOSH, in another position which appeared offside, headed the ball out of the falling Ugolini's reach into the net. Middlesbrough's protests against the award of a goal were so vehement that it was nearly half a minute before the Middlesbrough goalkeeper retrieved the ball from its billet.

He was nearly retrieving it again - and there could have been no complaint this time - three minutes later as Adams went after McIntosh's perfect forward pass and lost the ball only under a brilliant tackle by Dicks as the forward reached shooting position.

OFF THE LINE

Another five minutes, and again it was almost 3-1.

McIntosh, chasing everything, chased a ball which bounced away from Robinson, cut inside, and shot it across so fast that Ugolini could only half-hit it high into the air, leaving Blenkinsopp, on the line of an open goal, to head it away.

There followed at last raids, half a dozen of them, by Middlesbrough.

In one of them, with 17 minutes left, McKennan shot the ball over the line of Blackpool's empty goal from a position so palpably offside that there was no protest whatever when Mr. Richardson refused a goal.

Ten minutes left, and Blackpool were still leading, but at last were meeting the assaults of a team attacking in something except spurts and forlorn forays.

It was all out - not a punch pulled - to the end.

Result:

BLACKPOOL 2 (Mudie 5, McIntosh 6)

MIDDLESBROUGH 1 (McKennan 23)

COMMENTS ON THE GAME

THERE was nothing end-of-the-season about this match. It had all the fire and fury of an early-September battle.

And this has to be written - with a referee in command whose decisions were often calculated not to restore harmony but merely to create dissension, there were times when it was less a football match than an undisciplined free-for-all.

Blackpool won it, and deserved to win it, even with four reserves and for the last half-hour with Mudie, the game's best forward, almost inactive on a wing.

Mudie was in a class by himself among the ten forwards notable less for the guile than for the fury they put into their game.

Yet this Blackpool front line was always direct and progressive, always prepared to trade punches with a defence which showed it no mercy whatever.

THE OLD FIRM

And this afternoon Hugh Kelly, playing his best game for weeks, was often cutting through with passes to it, while the old firm of Hayward, Shimwell and Garrett had an impregnable appearance.

These points may be worth bonus money for Blackpool. They were won by sweat and toil and by some good football - when it was possible for either team to play it.

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NEXT WEEK: Wednesday will fight - so will Blackpool

IT will be a meeting of extremes when Blackpool go to Hillsborough next weekend, writes Clifford Greenwood.

On one side of the halfway line will be a team destined to tread the famous turf of Wembley in the Cup Final a week later. On the other will be Sheffield Wednesday, down among the dead men of the First Division, probably by that time doomed to return to the Second Division which only a year ago the Sheffield club so proudly left.

It could still be a match of some consequence even if the Wednesday enter it as a team in the First Division only for another week.

For Blackpool still require points to qualify for a bonus as one of the division's first four clubs, and not even Wembley casting its shadow before will, I think, deflect Blackpool from their purpose of winning whatever can be won from this last away match on the club's programme.

It is four years ago that Blackpool last visited Hillsborough. Then the Wednesday were close to the foot of the Second Division and Blackpool among the First Division's first half-dozen.

It was a Cuptie - a third round match - which everybody said Blackpool could not lose, chiefly because the Wednesday (so again it was said) were not sufficiently interested to win it with relegation as the priority item on their agenda.

Yet the Wednesday won - and won 4-1. It was the last Cuptie Blackpool lost until Manchester United won the Final from them a year afterwards.

Six visiting teams have won at Hillsborough this season and six others drawn. Blackpool should be able to make it seven of one or the other next weekend.

Cup Final replay at Villa Park if—

IF Blackpool and Newcastle United draw after extra time at Wembley on April 28, the match will be replayed at Villa Park, Birmingham, on the following Wednesday, May 2.

A replay would create a problem at Blackpool, where provisional plans have been made for Arsenal to visit Bloomfield-road for a postponed First Division fixture on the replay date.

It would also cause the postponement of the celebrations which - win or lose - have been prepared for the Monday evening following the Final.

Odds are against a draw at Wembley with a half-hour's extra time ordered if the teams are level after 90 minutes. Not one of the 23 Finals played at Wembley has been drawn and only three - in 1938, 1946 and 1947 - have gone into extra time.

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IN NEWCASTLE - AN ATTACK OF JITTERS

Will it affect the team?

By Clifford Greenwood

IF GOBLINS walk at St. James's Park up in Newcastle these days they wear tangerine jerseys and have such uncelestial names as Stanley Matthews and Stanley Mortensen.

Nobody is accusing Newcastle United of scuttling into a panic as the Cup Final approaches, but there has been sufficient concern about recent defeats with their unexpected goal famine for film-camera crews to be commissioned for the screening of the United's mid-week match with Portsmouth.

The intention, apparently, is that the team shall be able to see itself as others have been seeing it, and presumably as a consequence be ashamed of itself.

The team, too, has been told that for its benefit the film version of the two Blackpool-Birmingham City semi-finals is to be shown in private at a Newcastle cinema, that all its lessons might be marked, learned and inwardly digested.

All of which indicates that they are not as convinced at St. James's Park as they were after the dismissal of the Wanderers of Wolverhampton a few weeks ago that the Cup is destined for the North-East.

Not a shred of complacency is left up in Newcastle - if there ever was any.

Among the best

BUT there is still there, as I see it, a team among the first half-dozen in the land, a team which it would be suicidal for Blackpool to treat with anything but respect, and a team which as it played at Bloomfield-road three weeks ago will not lose at Wembley - if it loses at all - without a match which may rank as one of the Final classics of all time.

That is my opinion, and, I should think, the sensible opinion of all those in authority and of the 22 men who will play the Final in the two rival camps.

But, obviously, it is not the opinion of the Newcastle public which during the last week or two appears to have taken a nosedive down from the heights of exultation to the pit of despair.

Shoals of letters

No other interpretation can be put on the shoals of letters which have recently been written to the "Newcastle Evening Chronicle" and published at the rate of half a guinea each.

These letters confirm my own view that there is no community in the land as conversant with their football onions as are the North-East public. Fanatics they may be - and, by heaven, they are - but they know their football, and, obviously, the recent games played by the United have caused no little apprehension, and, in a few cases, almost panic.

If, in fact, the United team read half these letters and acted on the counsel contained in them the United at Wembley would be running about in such circles that they would probably be more profitably employed on a speedway track.

"Twin spectres"

IT is, however, the note of almost sombre concern about the United's prospects in the Final, at such diametric variance with the sublime faith in the United's invincibility of a few weeks ago, which is most significant.

And no less significant, either, is the constant repetition of those two names, Stanley Mortensen and Stanley Matthews, in the grim litany.

"Twin spectres," the "Newcastle Chronicle" calls them, and the language is not exaggerated.

"To go on to the field with a 'Matthews' complex would be fatal," writes one correspondent, who thereupon proceeds to give Bobby Corbett, the Newcastle left-back, a course of instruction on how to master a menace which left full-backs have been seeking in vain for a generation to master.

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He is told—

MR. CORBETT, who, if this goes on, is calculated to enter the Wembley match with greater trepidation than Daniel ever manifested when he walked into the lion's den, is told by others to

(a) Intercept the ball before it reaches Matthews.

(b) To police the touchline so that Matthews has to cut inside.

(c) So to play that Matthews cannot cut inside, and

(d) To keep his eye on the ball and not on Matthews' feet.

And so on . . . and so on. In a multitude of counsellors there is supposed to be wisdom. But there is also sometimes confusion.

One of the faithful even finds consolation in the fact that Stanley Matthews once played against Newcastle in a team that lost 9-1.

Not evidence

BUT as the team was Stoke City and the match was played in September, 1945, this can scarcely, I think, be called evidence, but is, in fact, merely indicative of the state of jitters into which the Newcastle public has worked itself.

Stanley Mortensen they fear, too.

Big Frank Brennan is told not to roam from the centre but to remain close to the Blackpool centre-forward, although what he is supposed to do if Mortensen refuses to remain in the centre is not made clear.

The answer, in fact, to the old question of who's afraid of these two big bad wolves - and of a few others, notably, from this mail-bag, Harry Johnston and, unexpectedly, Bill Perry - would appear to be almost everybody living within a 20-mile belt on each bank of the Tyne.

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Month's practice

BUT there has not been at Blackpool since the war a player nominated expressly as the man to take penalties - and there has not been, as there never is, competition for the post.

As long as six weeks ago, I now learn, Tom Garrett was chosen, chiefly because he has a strong low shot which once even persuaded the Blackpool selectors that he would make a centre-forward, a little fallacy which was soon discarded.

So for over a month the full-back has been practising penalty shots, and, I am told, has shown such proficiency that he has been shooting past George Farm, either to the goalkeeper's right or left, as if he were operating a machine-gun.

"Trump cards”

NOT that it is all gloom and woe.

How could it be in such a hotbed of football idolatry as Newcastle, where, not so long ago, the expression of such sentiments as are contained in this symposium would have qualified for burning at the stake.

There are those who declare that the United have two trump cards, too.

They say that Jackie Milburn has the beating of Eric Hayward and Bobby Mitchell of Eddie Shimwell, and there is one character in Chester-le-Street who tells Joe Harvey, the Newcastle captain, exactly how he should hold the Cup with his left hand while he is shaking hands with the King with his right!

No, the depression is not all that pronounced, but that it is there admits of no question at all, and of its influence on the United, if it persists, there can be no question, either.

And at Blackpool—

In this part of the world there is, I find, a greater confidence than ever revealed itself during the corresponding period three years ago, when, as is happening to the United these days, Blackpool between the semi-finals and the Final shed such a lot of glamour that of the 10 games played two only were won and six lost.

That, in the end, did not prevent Blackpool going out at Wembley and playing the greatest team of the day to a match which was one of the greatest of all time at the Stadium.

Newcastle United, similarly, could atone for their recent decline in one glorious hour-and-a-half's football on April 28, and it is not inconceivable that the United will do just that.

Dire results?

BUT, unquestionably, confidence has taken a lot of punishment in the North-East during the last three weeks, and confidence is such a powerful weapon in a Cup Final team's armoury that the loss of it may have dire consequences.

In Blackpool it has not exactly stood up without a murmur to the accident which befell the unlucky Allan Brown at Huddersfield last weekend.

"Will he play?" I am asked wherever I go.

But there is no answer to the question yet.

Progress, I can report, is faster than had been expected, but until Brown has been in a match - and the only match left after the weekend is the game against the Wednesday at Sheffield next Saturday - or in a practice with no punches pulled, it will be impossible to decide his fate.

Brown's part

LEAVE it at that - with the knowledge that Allan Brown will be one of those patients who will do all that can be done to ensure his recovery and nothing whatever that would retard it

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Blackpool’s First Division record at this time last season was:

Goals

P  W  D  L  F  A Pts,

28 13 10 5 36 22 36

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THE TEAM THEY ALL WANT TO SEE

IF there were a ballot - as there is in the film industry - for the best box-office attraction in the game during the first three months of 1951, it would be won not by Arsenal - but by Blackpool, writes Clifford Greenwood.

The climax was reached at Leeds-road on Saturday. Officials searched the files of the Huddersfield club after the match, and, coming up for air after half an hour, declared that the attendance of 52,479 for the visit of Blackpool was not only - as it was first reported - a post-war record for a League match on the ground, but an all-time record for a League match.

Twice - for a Cuptie with Arsenal in 1932 and a Cup semi-final, Grimsby Town v Arsenal in 1936 - 60,000 people had passed the Leeds-road turnstiles. But definitely 52,479 was a figure never

equalled for a First Division match.

There were 62,250 inside the gates for the first of the Newcastle United-Wolverhampton Wanderers semi-finals this season, but for the replay the attendance was 5,130 fewer than Blackpool attracted for an almost no-account League match. Everybody wants to see Blackpool these days.

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MATTHEWS IS NOT RETIRING

STANLEY MATTHEWS played today his 59th match for England. But, for the benefit of all those folk who are always asking this question, the Blackpool forward has not 59 caps - even if he has about sufficient to stock a hatter's.

The total of 59 includes wartime internationals, and for those matches illuminated certificates, and not caps, were presented.

There is, by the way, no truth whatever in the rumours that Stanley Matthews is contemplating retirement from the field at the end of this season.

At 36 there are footballers who think they are at the end of the road. Nearly all of them at that age are at the end of it. But not Mr. Matthews.

They were saying he was finished a couple of years ago - the people who did not know him.

Like Mark Twain's famous obituary notice, those farewells were a little premature. As are the latest crop of reports that he is seriously thinking of calling it a day.

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That other day at Leeds-road

AT Leeds-road last weekend watching Blackpool take the field to the cheers of 50,000 people, with four men chosen for today's Wembley game in the tangerine jerseys, and everybody hailing the visitors from Lancashire as one of the teams of the season, I recalled another day, 21 years ago, when another Blackpool team played on this Huddersfield ground, and nobody made any commotion about them at all.

It was a day in December 1930 - a day when in the second half fog fell in such thick clouds over Leeds-road that both goal areas were invisible from the stands.

But sensations happened in one of those areas. One goal followed another.

All we saw in the Press box was the two teams trotting back to the field's centre after there had been a muted tumult acclaiming another goal for Huddersfield behind the fog curtain. It was 10-1 for the Town in the end. It remains Blackpool's biggest defeat in League football.

The men who lost the match - if they will forgive this recalling of their Waterloo - were:

Pearson; Grant, Ramsay; Watson (A), McMahon, Benton; Rattray, Upton, Hampson, Oxberry, Downes.

Yes, they come and go in cycles in this game. Up one year and down the next - adulated one year, rejected the next.

One lesson in football is: "You never stop on the top all the time." The fact that there is only one club, Sunderland, that has never lost First Division status proves that.

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They are wrong about 1948

FOR the 101st time - or so it seems - I answer another shoal of letters written to settle the old argument: Were Cup Final tickets offered for sale by Blackpool to the general public when the club last had a team in the Final in 1948?

The answer is NO - and please don't ask again.

I can't invent those queues which according to some people waited all one night outside Bloomfield-road in April, 1948, for tickets. For no tickets were issued.

There were block allocations last time to clubs and institutes organising Wembley excursions. This time, which is the only departure from the 1948 routine, there was instead a ballot for tickets on the cards given to turnstile patrons at the Stoke City match a fortnight ago.

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His preference

Preferring to stay with Newcastle, George Robledo has just turned down a coaching offer from his own country (Chile) which was worth £4,000 plus a weekly salary of £30.

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Players magazine on sale

SO raffles for Cup Final tickets in Newcastle are out. Two have been banned. Others have been abandoned.

So it is in Blackpool, too. Several, I know, have been contemplated, but legal opinion has decreed against them.

The Blackpool team were prepared to offer a ball autographed by the two final teams to encourage the sales of their Cup Final magazine, but were told that it would constitute an infringement of the lottery laws, and as a consequence called it off.

Not that it should require the offer of such a precious trophy as this football to ensure the success of this admirable souvenir prepared by the players for their own exclusive benefit.

The magazine is on sale this weekend, and, I think, should soon be among the best-seller class, for at a shilling it is the most complete review of Blackpool's second Cup Final year which could be presented, with statistics, biographies, and action photographs which make it the perfect little history of the Road to Wembley.

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ALLAN BROWN SENDS A WIRE

SPORTSMAN of the week is Allan Brown, the Blackpool forward, writes Clifford Greenwood.

Before he reported at the Blackpool ground today for treatment he called in a post office and sent a telegram which had only five words on it.

The text was: "All the best - Allan Brown." It was addressed to Willie Redpath, the Motherwell wing-half, who has gone into the Scottish team now that Brown is out of it through injury.

The Blackpool club sent telegrams of good wishes to their three England players, Stanley Matthews, Harry Johnston and Stanley Mortensen.

FOOTNOTE. - Today's bulletin about Allan Brown is that under radiant heat and other treatment the knee is easier than had been expected. But it is only by a match test or its equivalent in a private trial that it can be established whether he will be fit for Wembley a fortnight today.

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YES, EVEN BERLIN

YOU can't keep Blackpool out of the news these days.

Mr. T. Gibson, of Baldwin-grove, sends this week a copy of a newspaper which his son, David Gibson, stationed in Germany during his national service training, bought in Berlin at Easter, writes Clifford Greenwood.

Splashed on the front page is a photograph of George Farm in action. There is no caption to identify the match, but one has the impression that the picture is a penalty goal and may have been the goal which gave Charlton Athletic the lead in the third round Cuptie at the Valley in January.

How near Blackpool were to defeat and dismissal from the Cup that day!

People have almost forgotten that this Blackpool team, destined to qualify for Wembley, were within three minutes of the knockout at the Valley when Stanley Mortensen shot the goal which made it 2-2.

One Blackpool player, unfit at the time but taken to London to watch the match, confesses that he did not see this goal. Such was the suspense that before it he retired under one of the stands and remained there.

"I couldn't endure it." he said. "I heard the roar, but it was not until I was told by a policeman that I knew that Blackpool had equalised."

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Honours well deserved

CONGRATULATIONS to Harry Johnston, Stanley Matthews and Stanley Mortensen upon securing international honours, and best wishes for a speedy recovery to Allan Brown, whose appearance for Scotland is only deferred, we know, by his present injury, writes "J.M.S."

Wembley souvenirs 

DID you hear the Wembley souvenir disc excerpt on the loudspeaker last Saturday? The complete record has the Blackpool players' voices on one side, and those of the Newcastle team on the reverse side. It is a 10 in. disc, and is obtainable, price 6s. 6d., from the Supporters' hut.

Marton officials 

MARTON branch officials are Messrs. W. Wells, chairman; T. Cardwell, vice-chairman, and Mr. W. Walsh, 97, St. Leonard's-road, hon. secretary.